Unsteady || H.S

Prolouge

~August 18th, 2015~

"I still don't understand why you have to move across the country just to go to college. There are plenty of great schools here in New York, why can't you just be happy with one of those?"

My dad continues the same lecture he's been giving me for the past month as I load my last few boxes into my small car. I've already made a few trips up and down the long stairway to my room and back down, without his help might I add, and I'm definitely not in the mood.

"Because I'm eighteen and there's no way I'm staying here any longer," I receive a sneer from him but do my best to ignore him. We're in public, moments away from my escape, he can't hurt me anymore.

"I've always treated you so well, why wouldn't you accept me Sky?" I sigh at the use of his nickname for me and open the driver's side door. "You have no right to call me that. Once you can see what you've put me through, all that you've done to me, then maybe I'll come see you again," I spit out the lie bitterly, knowing very well that I won't be returning.

My step brother runs out the front door, almost tripping over his feet on his way to me. He's the only part of this place that I could possibly ever miss. Cyr is the only one treated with actual love in that house but I'm grateful for the way they're so careful with him. The small four year old is lifted into my arms effortlessly, my arms engulfing him in a tight embrace.

"I love you," he whispers. I tighten my arms slightly and return his words. Zoey, my stepmom watches from the doorway, obviously eager to watch me drive away. Ever since I was sent to live here she's despised my presence. She figured that once my dad left my mom and I she would never have to face the thought of tearing a family apart, my being here is a constant reminder for her.

Cyr waves as I slowly pick up speed, finally driving away from my past. Starting new is something I've been looking forward to for as long as I can remember. I pushed myself away from the girls and boys who wanted to befriend me until no one bothered to try anymore. That's the way I liked it, the less attachments I had to the place, the easier it would be to leave and I kept that in mind all those years. New York and the people in it gave me hell, and I don't look back as I take the week long drive to Washington.